Chapter 664 Whetstone

"I will fight with you..."

The sight of the juniors being slaughtered made Yun Yao roar. The dignified Yun family's commanding elder, the formation master guarding the first formation, actually gave up the core of the formation, moved suddenly, and rushed towards the distance. Fang Xing, and then the sword energy in his palm struck straight down towards Fang Xing. His anger was contained in this sword, and the white sword energy poured down from the sky like a celestial river.

"Zhengzhengzheng..."

Fang Xing raised the black light in his palm, moved upstream, and collided with Yun Yao's sword light.

boom!

The black and white sword lights intertwined together, and then spread out with a roar, stirring up the surrounding areas.

"Great Elder, help me..."

There was a sword cultivator from the Yun family who was guarding the formation and shouted as hard as he could. He was affected by the sword energy and his figure was revealed, as if he had been severely injured.

"hey-hey……"

Fang Xing and Yun Yao attacked each other head-on, but without losing, a smile appeared in their eyes.

"You...you stop..."

Yun Yao was shocked and handed the second sword straight out.

Just a slash of the sword struck down, and the shadow of the little devil suddenly disappeared under the sword. He turned his head eagerly, and immediately saw that the little devil had strangely rushed behind the exposed juniors of their Yun family, saying The light crow burst out, crushing the sword light that these juniors eagerly handed out, and then cut off their heads. The expression behind it was cold, and the figure disappeared again.

"That's enough, junior of the Yun family, step back quickly..."

Yun Yao couldn't care about anything at this time. He couldn't bear the killing. The Yun family couldn't afford to lose these juniors.

In addition, he even faintly discovered that the formation he was guarding was supposed to be his help, but at this time, it was vaguely taken advantage of by the little devil. Coupled with the demonic sword intention in his palm, the whole formation was in trouble. In the golden element formation, the Tao nature and the magic power are in harmony. It is obvious that the golden element of the formation should be suppressing him. Instead, it seems that the power of the formation has been stolen by him, and his arrogance is fierce.

If he wanted to go out, there was nothing he could do to stop him, but he killed endlessly, as if he really wanted to kill all the younger members of the Yun family.

Under this situation, he already ignored the operation of the formation and bluntly asked the Yun family juniors to retreat to the edge of the formation and stay away from the battle circle.

And he himself has given up on the power of the great formation. He will rely on his true swordsmanship to stay in the center of the formation and kill this little devil!

On the surface, it seems that as the leader of the formation, he has given up the power of the formation, which means he has suffered a big loss and his strength has been severely weakened.

But for Yunyao, he feels that this is the best choice he can make at the moment!

If the formation leader does not retreat, the formation will not be broken!

The sword cultivators of the Yun family, who had been trembling with fear from the murderous aura in Fang Xing's body, could not be polite. After receiving this order, they immediately withdrew to the edge of the formation and hid behind Yun Yao in a timid manner. The large formation seemed empty for a moment, with only Yun Yao holding a sword in his sleeves, and Fang Xing and Da Jinwu facing him from a distance.

"Little devil, you have killed too many people in my Yun family, how can you pay for your life?"

The angry Yun Yao didn't say much to Fang Xing at all, locked Fang Xing's Qi machine, turned his hand on his sword, and charged towards him with rage.

At this time, Fang Xing also had no expression on his face. He took out the black giant sword from the storage bag. The black light in his palm merged with the giant sword. Immediately, demonic intent surged wildly, and black flames followed. The sword body burned, and it was clear that the demonic intention was manifested. As he slashed against the sky, an unimaginably powerful sword intention surged up to the sky and collided with the sword energy in Yun Yao's palm.

"I don't usually take you seriously. Do you still think that I am easy to bully?"

Amidst the loud shouts, the whistling sword energy intertwined with black and white, rushing towards the surrounding areas like a strong wind.

In the chaos, the two men exchanged nearly a thousand swords in the blink of an eye. The sound of the sword blades roared around, killing people's hearts.

The sword rumbled across the sea of ​​clouds, and the murderous aura rolled wildly.

At this time, the Dajinwu and the sword cultivators from the Yun family did not intervene and allowed Fang Xing to fight Yun Yao.

All the junior sword cultivators of the Yun family were dazzled by what they saw. They thought that Elder Yun Yao would personally take action to kill the little devil with just a slap in the face, but they never expected that he would actually take action. There was no situation at all where they had imagined that Elder Yunyao would easily gain the upper hand. The battle turned out to be evenly matched, and even more so, the little devil was getting stronger and stronger.

During the battle, Yun Yao became more and more frightened as he fought.

He was originally full of anger and wanted to kill Fang Xing with his sword, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered that this little devil's swordsmanship was terrifying, mysterious and profound, and was not inferior to his own. He originally thought that this man could only conspire. The kid who had a trick and could be killed with one sword if he caught the chance suddenly had the power to fight with him, and even...defeat him with a middle-level cultivation...

He had always used conspiracies before, but in fact... he just refused to face them head-on.

I just feel that the little devil's swordsmanship is becoming more and more cunning. From the beginning, he was forced to be clumsy. In the end, he became more and more proficient. His swordsmanship was like a mighty river, endless and vast, forcing myself to be helpless. , Yun Yao was angry and frightened in his heart, and suddenly shouted, his aura surged, and the Yun family's secret technique was unleashed. His spiritual power surged three times, and he drew his sword like an evil dragon.

"I have been cultivating the Golden Elixir Mahayana all my life. If you don't believe me, I will be defeated by a brat like you!"

In this sword, Yun Yao suddenly had a desperate intention, making dangerous moves and showing murderous intent.

If the fight continues, he is afraid that he will be strangled by the little devil!

Boom!

A long rainbow rises from the sea of ​​clouds, and with unparalleled momentum, it cuts straight through Fang Xing!

"A mere Golden elixir Mahayana, a mere Yun family swordsman, dare to block my way?"

At this moment, Fang Xing's face was full of ferocity, his eyes were gloomy, and the black giant sword was pointed directly at the sky: "If you want to defeat me, please invite Nascent Soul!"

As the roar shook the surrounding areas, a terrifying evil aura suddenly emitted from the black giant sword. The black giant sword seemed to disappear at this moment, and then turned into black light, spreading in all directions, and then again They gathered together, twisted and entangled, and merged into an unstoppable black sword light, which directly collided with Yun Yao's sword, and then shook violently.

Within the first formation, smoke and clouds surged wildly, and the heaven and earth shook violently. It seemed that the foundation of the first formation was shaken.

At this moment, even the Great Golden Crow raised its wings to protect itself from being hurt by the escaping sword energy.

The group of junior sword cultivators from the Yun family were even more miserable and panicked. They tried their best to defend themselves with sword light, but still a dozen of them were injured by the whistling sword energy. They fell to the ground screaming, their robes shattered. There were cracks in the protective magic sword.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Yun Yao stepped on the void, continuously retreating, his steps became heavy, stepping on the void, like stepping on a giant drum. At this time, the body of the eldest elder of the Yun family in the sea of ​​suffering was scarred everywhere, and he was in a miserable state. His vitality was extremely low, and on his forehead His messy hair hung down weakly, and the sword in his hand, which was forged by the Yun family's secret method and nourished by his flesh and blood for nearly a thousand years, was broken into pieces, leaving only a section of more than half a foot long.

Opposite him in the air, Fang Xing was holding a black giant sword, looking at him from a distance, with a strong aura and evil energy lingering like clouds.

"Sure enough, the more I fight, the more I understand, and I will be able to fight and cultivate my sword!"

He frowned, muttered, and looked at the black light in his palm.

"...It's just that the Yun family's swordsmanship is still a little short of a whetstone, and it can't grind out the true meaning of this sword demon's great skill..."

"puff……"

Yun Yao, who was already seriously injured, suddenly heard these words, and the injuries he had suppressed forcibly broke out immediately, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Is this a sarcastic statement?

How many generations has my majestic Yun family swordsmanship been passed down in China?

Is it a whetstone in his eyes?

And a whetstone that’s not good enough?

A kind of almost crazy hatred grew up in his heart. He was full of anger, but he suddenly laughed softly, and then the laughter became louder and louder, more and more crazy. That kind of laughter, even Zhu Yun The younger members of the family couldn't help but tremble with fear, looking at him with fear and worry, but Yun Yao ignored him and his laughter became louder and louder, until at the end, it was rolling like muffled thunder.

"I've been in charge of the Yun family's talisman for three hundred years, Jindan Mahayana. How could I be defeated by you, a junior in the middle realm of Jindan?"

His eyes were cold and stern, and he shouted loudly: "I can't lose, and you can't survive this time either!"

"Kaka..."

A sound like breaking glass resounded within his body, and the energy in his body suddenly felt a little strange.

"Great Elder, why is this necessary..."

At this moment, several of the Yun family's junior sword cultivators, who were more experienced, were frightened and screamed desperately. As they screamed, they seemed to want to step forward to stop Yun Yao, but they did not dare to approach him. Subconsciously, I just want to stay as far away from him as possible...

These people have all seen that Yun Yao has reversed the golden elixir at this moment. This is a precursor to the golden elixir's self-destruction!

"Anyway, I brought the juniors of the Yun family out to defend the formation, and suffered heavy casualties. After returning to the sea of ​​suffering, I have no shame in taking up the position of the great elder. Maybe I will be punished, and I will have both... I am a dignified Jindan Mahayana sword cultivator of the Yun family. , represents the Yun family's swordsmanship, how can it be defeated? How can it be defeated? What's more, it is defeated by you, a kid in the middle realm of Jindan? If the news spreads, how can I, the Yun family's swordsmanship, gain a foothold?"

Yun Yao gritted his teeth and whispered, looking at Fang Xing fiercely, and while reversing the golden elixir, he was about to rush towards Fang Xing.

But the little devil didn't seem to be worried at all, and he picked his nose as if nothing had happened.

"Little devil, let's die together and it will end in a draw!"

Yun Yao suddenly shouted loudly, swung his broken sword, and tried to reverse the golden elixir with all his strength, and rushed towards Fang Xing.

"...Look at Mr. Da Jin, I am flirting with Yun Chi..."

However, at this moment, a golden light suddenly rushed towards Fang Xing. Yun Yao, who had focused all his attention on Fang Xing, flew away. Then the golden light rushed up, followed by a claw, and then another Wings, and then the pointed head was smashed, crackling and beating for a while, until the elder of the Kuhai Yun family, who was already at the end of his fight, was beaten to a pulp and fell to the ground like a rag bag.

"Reverse the golden elixir? Reversal is nothing!"

At this moment, Jin Ying finally stopped slightly, floating proudly in the air, and said in a cold voice: "You really think I'm just here to watch the excitement?"

At the edge of the formation, the remaining junior sword cultivators of the Yun family suddenly felt a deep sense of despair.